A humiliating and hard lesson in showering

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“Turner!” shouted the P.E. teacher. Turner looked anxiously back towards where the shout had emanated from. “Get in my office, at once!” bellowed the teacher. Turner hurried nervously into the P.E. teacher’s office. “And close the door, Turner!” shouted Mr. Murray. Turner swiftly obliged.“Turner, at the end of last lesson, do you remember what I told you miserable lot?” Turner looked down sheepishly. “Well !!!”“Shall I remind you, Turner? I said that I wanted every pupil to shower thoroughly. Do you remember that instruction, Turner? It was only last week. I said I didn’t want boys from my lessons leaving here stinking or covered in mud after rugby. Do you remember now, Turner?” Turner nodded, dejectedly.“And do you remember what I said would happen to boys who didn’t wash properly? Do you?”Turner spoke softly, “You said you would humiliate them, Sir”.“Yes Turner, that is right, I said I would humiliate them and I said if necessary, I would shower them myself to ensure they left here clean.”“I did shower thoroughly, Sir”, Turner stammered.“Yes, you may have showered, but did you ensure you were clean? You are quite old enough to know how to wash, Turner; you have turned 18.”“I am clean, Sir”, said Turner.“Well your ‘mate’ Henderson, has just told me that there is still mud up the back of your legs Turner, and if there is Turner, you will have to have another shower.”“But its lunch time”, said Turner. “I don’t care what time it is Turner, you are not leaving these changing rooms unless you are clean. You know the rules.”“Yes Sir.”“Do you know the rules, Turner?” “Yes, Mr. Murray.”“Right, if you are clean you won’t having anything to worry about, will you? Right turn around, drop your trousers and let me see the back of your legs.” Turner looked shocked but he knew that Mr. Murray was in no mood to be messed around with. Slowly he turned round. He faced the door he had just come through. Whilst he read the safety rules for swimming on the back of the door, he unbuckled his belt, undid the button, lowered his fly and let his trousers drop to the floor. Turner felt self conscious standing with his white briefs and prayed no one would walk in. Mr. Murray allowed his eye to wander up the back of Turner’s legs, right to where the white briefs tightly covered Turner’s bottom.  “There is mud splattered up your left leg, Turner!”“But Sir, I …..” isvecbahis began Turner.“Shut up!” interrupted Mr. Murray. “I said everyone was to wash properly or they don’t leave this changing room.” “Right then,” Mr. Murray angrily snarled, “did you use any deodorant?” “Yes Sir!” said Turner.“You said you had washed yourself and you lied! Right, shirt off, I want to see if you used deodorant.” Turner turned round to face Mr. Murray, whose face was glowering with rage. Turner had to steady himself as his trousers were still round his ankles. Turner crouched to hitch up his trousers. “Leave those alone,” shouted Mr. Murray, “I haven’t got all day. Shirt off!”Turner nervously began to undo the buttons of his shirt, his hairy muscular chest was gradually revealed and he slipped off his shirt and placed it on the desk in front of him. Mr. Murray walked round from behind the desk to face Turner. “Right then, arms up!”Turner raised his arms. He felt vulnerable just wearing tight white briefs and his trousers still around his ankles. With his arms raised, Mr. Murray bent forward and pushed his nose into Turner’s hairy arm pit. Mr. Murray inhaled deeply and Turner wondered if he could feel Mr. Murray’s lips but he doubted it. “No deodorant there, Turner, you stink!” yelled Mr. Murray, as he pulled back. Mr. Murray was now incandescent with rage. “When I ask you boys to do something, I expect it to be done. I ask for cleanliness, and you ignore me. I will not have boys leaving my lessons and going to other lessons stinking; it reflects on me”. There was a pause. Turner wondered what would happen next. “Right, Turner, did you put on a clean pair of underpants?” demanded Mr. Murray. Turner knew he had; it was more than his life was worth not to. “Yes Sir, these are clean,” said Turner pointing to his white briefs. “Right I want them off, I want to examine them”, sneered Mr. Murray. Turner blushed as he kicked off his shoes and pulled his feet clear of his trousers. With a deep breath he moved his hands to the top of his briefs.“Turn around Turner, I don’t want to see your miserable appendage”, said Mr. Murray. Turner turned once again, his hands slowly lowered his pants revealing his hairy backside. Turner removed his pants completely and felt his cheeks burn as he stood naked. Mr. Murray walked forward and snatched the briefs. Turner looked straight isveçbahis giriş ahead but he could see a reflection of Mr. Murray in the office door window.“Right let’s have a look”, said Mr. Murray. Turner could see Mr. Murray tentatively bringing the white briefs up for inspection. But instead of looking in them, Mr. Murray gently rubbed the briefs against his face and he again inhaled deeply as he held them against his nose. In the reflection, Turner couldn’t tell whether Mr. Murray’s eyes closed in disgust or with pleasure. He soon found out. The pants were hurled at the back of his neck.“Turner, they are disgusting”, shouted Mr. Murray. “I don’t even want to touch them, you, you filthy little git. Get those pants back on and then I am taking you for a shower.”Turner could tell that Mr. Murray was furious and he felt very intimidated. Mr. Murray virtually frogmarched Turner towards the showers.“Right, get under that shower Turner and get yourself cleaned up, and I am going to stand here and make sure you do it properly.”Turner felt so embarrassed and he knew his face was bright red. He stalled for a fraction before he started to walk towards the nearest shower head, uncertain and reluctant about removing his white briefs. “You can keep those on”, remarked Mr. Murray, “I don’t want to be put off my lunch”. Immensely relieved, Turner headed to the nearest of the six shower heads, feeling foolish and awkward. He turned the jet on high and prayed the steam generated would help disguise his body.“Where is your soap?” bellowed Mr. Murray.Turner realised he had not brought his shower gel with him. “I forgot it Sir, it is in my bag”.“Have you got a brain?” demanded Mr. Murray. Turner just shrugged his shoulders. “Wait there, you can use mine”.Mr. Murray headed back to his office. Turner began to rub himself down under the piping hot water. As he rubbed down his legs, a sudden horror descended upon him. He looked down at his white briefs and realised, aghast, that his white pants had turned sheer. The material was clinging tightly to his cock, and the head was clearly visible, his balls hanging low and his dark bush acted as a backdrop to make his package appear even more pronounced. At this point, Mr. Murray returned, shower gel in hand. Turner turned his back on Mr. Murray, but was only too painfully aware that this would only reveal his isveçbahis yeni giriş tight hairy buttocks. Mr. Murray proffered the shower gel to Turner but stood away from the downpour unwilling to get his tracksuit wet.“Come and get it then”, yelled Mr. Murray.Turner paused briefly, he felt compelled to hide his modesty by covering himself with his hands. However, he felt the urge to brazen it out. After all, he had been put in to this ridiculous situation and he almost felt like making Mr. Murray feel equally uncomfortable by being confronted with his near naked body. In a sudden flash of bravado, Turner emerged slowly and purposefully from the cloud of steam, his transparent pants revealing his impressive package and he almost flaunted himself in front of Mr. Murray as he reached out to take the shower gel. Turner looked directly into Mr. Murray’s face in an attempt to outwit him. Mr. Murray’s eyes were staring straight back at Turner’s.Mr. Murray held out the shower gel. As their two hands each grabbed the bottle, Turner suddenly noticed Mr. Murray’s eyes dropping to his nearly-exposed genitals. Turner watched as Mr. Murray faltered. His gaze was held by the vision of the wet translucent pants. As Turner tried to take the shower gel, Mr. Murray increased his grip. The two were briefly in stalemate. Mr. Murray suddenly came to his senses. He was aware he had held the bottle for far too long. He released his grip and Turner almost fell back, such was the tension he had created on pulling the bottle.Recovering quickly, Mr. Murray yelled, “Right get yourself washed properly and let’s get off for lunch.”Turner returned to the shower. He felt acutely aware that Mr. Murray was studying his body. However his previous embarrassment began to fade. He decided he would wind Mr. Turner up. He felt rather empowered. He had noted the behaviour of Mr. Murray and he decided he would play Mr. Murray at his own game.Turner squeezed some of the shower gel onto his chest. He began to massage it in slowly. He stood sturdily and allowed the hot water jets to run down his face and he held his head back and the water ran shapely down his body. He rolled his head provocatively and soaped his muscular arms carefully and built up lather and raised his arms to run water into his hairy arm pits. He was aware that Mr. Murray had fallen silent. Turner didn’t engage eye contact with the teacher but closed his eyes and tried to suggest he was enjoying his shower.Turner turned so that his backside was displayed. He ran his fingers down his own back and suggestively over his material clad buttocks.

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